How To Train Your Endbringer Novels & Stories

And to be honest, there is no point worrying since its not like I’ll kill them or anything, just to teach them a small lesson so they’ll respect my pack a bit more. With that, I walked towards the centre of everyone’s view before speaking, “So should we start the lesson, first let me introduce myself. Starting from today, I’ll be one of your trainers, my name is Chris. And since this is the first time, we are meeting, you need to know something about me first” I said before hovering my gaze around the crowd of trainees before me. And lastly, I stopped my gaze at the group of girls who were tardy and disrespectful to Zack as they arrived at the training ground talking and gossiping without re

The part that spent years in that foster house hoping someone - anyone - would come. Lucien leans against the wall, his arms crossed, gaze unreadable. “Because the world doesn’t play fair. You need to learn how to hit back.” I stare down at the protein bar. My stomach turns. “I don’t know how to fight,” I whisper. “I barely even know who I am.” Ezra kneels in front of me, the usual mischief in his eyes softened with something more tender. “Then let’s find out together.” **** The training grounds behind the pack house are bigger than I realized. There’s a long stretch of cleared land, marked with worn targets, wooden dummies, obstacle courses, and what looks like a weapons rack straight out o

Terry smiled, "You should also train your body to build up a large endurance, you don't want to pass out when you run out of mana, so I want you to keep using up your mana until you're completely out. Then, once you're at the point before complete exhaustion, focus on replenishing your internal mana reservoir from the mana in the air. Then, once you feel you're back to at least the point where you're not completely exhausted, I want you to start over again." "But I still need a lot more practice in this current exercise. I'm not that familiar with it yet." "Don't be so modest. You've pretty much got it mTomed. I doubt there's much left I could teach you for this current exercise, so you shou

My father asked from behind me seeming to be rather agitated, whilst Bennett simply smiled placing his hands behind his back. “When you take as much time as I did training an individual, you are able to memorise their mannerisms and the way in which they hold themselves. If you are a good trainer, you seek to improve their stance which is something I had done with Iris, when she arrived at The Full Moon Pack, she lacked confidence, power and an ability to believe in herself, which caused her stance to be rather forward and looking down at the ground as though somebody would belittle her or cause her an issue.” Bennett began to explain speaking in that same trainer voice I heard for years, bu

He picked up the pack silently, his eyes dull, and followed instructions without protest. Moments later, he found himself standing before Kaden at the door of their room. Kaden’s posture radiated expectation, waiting for Bryce to bow, or lower his head in respect. But Bryce’s lips parted with only one question, hoarse and unflinching. “What do you want me to do?” Kaden smiled. He still had a lot of time to play with the little boy. For now? He had no room for debate. “From today, I’m your trainer,” he said flatly, eyes glinting with quiet menace. “And if you ever disobey me, you won’t face me, you’ll face the master’s punishment.”

I had been trying to ignore this truth since I woke up transformed — that my new condition wasn’t just a curse for me, but a potential danger to everyone around me. “How do I do it?” I asked, my voice lower. “How do I learn to control this?” “By practicing.” He finished cleaning the foam and tossed the towel into the hamper. “We’ll start with simple things. Holding objects without breaking them. Opening doors without ripping off the handles. Everyday things.” “You’re going to be my trainer?” “I’m going to be your partner.” He held my hand. “You’re not alone in this, Jess. You don’t have to learn everything by yourself.”

“But that’s my job! I walk first!” Alex chuckled. “You’ll always be the first, Bean.” Elian crossed his arms dramatically. “Then I teach Aran. He’s next.” And just like that, our toddler turned into a miniature coach. --- The rest of the morning was chaos disguised as training. Elian crouched beside Aran, demonstrating “how to move legs.” “See, baby,” he said seriously, “you go like this. Left, right, left, right. Not fall. Okay?”

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo

She repeated, mumbling beneath her breath, and she made a throaty chuckle. " Is there a trainer here?" She changed the topic and asked. Selene's eyes twitched, but she answered. " Yes. I guess you want to train?" " Yes. I need to horn my skills the more." . ~~~~~ Anita gritted her teeth and swung her sword! She looked at the trainer and narrowed her eyes. " How do I horn my skills properly?" The trainer sat on the ground, crossing her legs together before she calmly closed her eyes. " All you have to do is let it out and believe in your self. You are already skilled, you only have to challenge your focus into becoming better."'

Let the training begin. I grabbed the bandage and inched closer to him so I could whisper in his ear, “Now, I am going to train your throat to take my cock, but, first, you’re going to kneel. Then, I’m tying your hands to this post, and you will do it because you are a good boy. My good boy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be an expert cock sucker, and I’ll be so proud of you.” I grazed my teeth against his neck, and he released a low moan.